Vine crawls the barn wallsGrowing up and someday overInside trees have sproutedThrough the dirt floorMetal rustsWood cracks and graysBees and wood ants riddle beamsThe prairie reclaims its spaces.

Afternoon sun makes longLacey shadow fan-flareLines and swirlsWhite light curves and curlsNotes and sonata song

Holds you pretty,Purple tulip, a blueBottle, stem stillSipping warm springRain up to keep yourPetals unfurled.Facing the waning Afternoon sun from A sweet spot on The dinner table.